Chapter 27: Fray, Missile, and Bent
June 24, 20—
11:12 P.M.
The s*x was rough and rather enjoyable, Hayden thought. He had bite marks on both shoulders, scratches on both hips, and a bloody lower lip. A knot had formed on the apex of his skull from it being bashed against the bed’s headboard numerous times while the two men were at s****l play. Hayden also had a crick at the base of his neck from their relentless to and fro action together, connecting as men in lust.
And then the Russian fell asleep on his back, leaving Hayden to his own devices. Like the old man in the living room downstairs, Pavlov snored. He smelled of semen, Chinese food, and heated sweat, which somewhat turned Hayden’s stomach. Hayden ignored the retired spy and walked out of the room in the buff, turned right in
